That I spent in idle plays

And could know of learning’s worth,

I’d not waste my time in mirth;—

I would climb the hill of fame

And on wisdom’s wings would soar

Till I caught the beacon flame

In those happy days of yore.

I then involuntarily turned to the other; but finding that it had completed a page, as indeed both had done, I removed the finished sheet of the visible one and at the same instant and by the same act removed that of the psychologically visible one; though how this latter was accomplished even psychologists are at their wits’ end to explain. Even to the close I continued thus to remove the finished sheets as soon as they were completed. And now from the second I heard.—

Had I known of wisdom’s power

In those days with pleasure fraught,